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[jacktellslies]

in other words, i'd very much like for you to write a lesbian novel set in a parisian literary circle of great import. (my personal preference would be for somewhere between nineteen-hundred and nineteen forty-four, although i'm not sure meredith would agree.) even just a page or a sentence would make me ever so happy, you know.

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[marnanel.livejournal.com]

How differently, thought Elizabeth, how very, very differently Paris approached matters than her homeland. Back in Tunbridge Wells she might have expected no more than three or four members in her literary appreciation meetings, perhaps the vicar's wife and a few elderly parishoners. She felt always that she was the most experienced of them all, leading them on to the shocking works of Mr Wilde. Yet here, she was the inexperienced one always. In its way it was refreshing: as an acolyte she was privy to all kinds of novel experiences, not the least of which were anything but literary.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

oh, my goodness. you are a lovely, fantastic, impressive creature. thank you very much.

[firinel.livejournal.com]

convince zie to write more!

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

yes, write more, write more!